Oh horrors of horrors
What are these words left in the fowl air of fowl thought?
The ears of innocence burn with terror,
To hide is impossible to be noticed is easy
The frightening thoughts have come to mind
My soul shall remain with me till life fades from this vessel which carries it
For it only exists to those who believe
Those who try to betray and mislead souls of the living
Into the darkness with thoughts that engulf your body.
Confusing your mind with games
So the simplest of right and wrong is measured in blurred vision
For after this death shall be heaven

26 February 1995

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